Hey,

I warned you that I find out everything. You informed me, ahead of time, that you were a great liar, but I'm even better at detecting one. I saw right through all of the times you would put your arm up while I was driving, so you could hide the photos and texts you were receiving, or when you'd lie to me about what you were doing, when I was kindly asking how your evening was going. I know who you were with and who you were texting; it was written all over your face, it was squirming through the words in your texts.

Anyways, here is your ticket to fame; you're welcome.

I don't know what I find more repulsive, the fact that I did everything for you and you still found it necessary to cheat on me, or the fact that the people you chose to cheat on me with were girls four and five years younger than you. I don't know what I find more irritating, the fact that you'd waste all of your data receiving inappropriate photos and videos from other girls (yes, plural: girls), or that I, sometimes, believed that the reason you couldn't Snapchat me back, a few times a night (I knew I couldn't expect more from you), was because your mom didn't give you enough data, for the month. I think the thing that bothers me the most, however, is that the whole time we were together, I knew I deserved much better than you could have ever given me.

So I will continue on my way. I will continue to thrive, and you will continue to be...you. I didn't need you to get to this point in my life, so I will absolutely not need you moving forward. I do not feel hurt, and I do not feel sad; you will be the one, in five years, when you're struggling to settle down with a girl, wishing that you would have given me the respect that I deserve. When you need someone to listen, and actually care, my phone will not be available. When you need a ride somewhere, or some extra cash, I will not be your girl.

You may not have respected me and the beautifully independent girl that I am, but I respect myself, and boy, I LOVE myself. Before you pursue another girl, make sure you can look at yourself in the mirror and feel good about what you see.

Lastly, Good luck finding another girl like me.

Love,

The Girl You Screwed Up With.

P.S.

It took me about 0.2 seconds to get over you and your slimy ways, but just know that the damage you caused yourself is permanent.